Cry Out Your Grief

Cry out all your grief, your disappointment.
Say them in Farsi, then Greek.

It does not matter whether you are from Rum or Arabia.
Praise the beauty and kindness praised
by every living being.

You hurt and have sharp desire,
yet your presence is a healing calm.

Sun, moon, bonfire, candle, which?
Someone says your flame is about to be dowsed,
but you are not smoke or fire.

You are infinitely more alive. Say how that is.
This fluttering love will not stay much longer in my chest.

Soon it ill fly like a falcon to its master,
like an owl saying Huuuu.

           -- Rumi, in Rumi: The Big Red Book, Coleman Barks (trans.)